what did you expect?

I don’t really feel like writing about the above, because a) I already did, and b) this is like the septillionth post in a row that I’ve made on political subjects. I promise I’ll start writing more about other things that interest me, like filter design, hussar tunics, or the amazing drum fills in “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” (the best one is at 3:44, segueing from the four-on-the-floor kick drum back to the standard pattern).

I was also going to write a post on apologists for economic oppression who hide behind a veneer of medical respectability, and said post was going to cite Adorno‘s observations about the “bourgeois whose existence is split into a business life and a private life, whose private life is split into keeping up his public image and intimacy, whose intimacy is split into the surly partnership of marriage and the bitter comfort of being quite alone, at odds with himself and everybody else,” and also Václav Havel’s social auto-totality, and also some stuff about the unholy marriage between universal surveillance and the atomization of the individual under late capitalism, but seriously, fuck it.